#might quietly go “🥺🥺🥺 she said this about me 🥺🥺🥺” to a few key people tho

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i think it's soooo fucked up that people can be racist to u at work and make decisions for your career based off of that and u just have to ignore them : ]

#had a convo with my dad and he was just like no u are not going to report that shit it's not going to end well for u #and that's exactly what i expected him to say and im just SO fucking frustrated #im just going to as leah said 'kick luke's ass' at **** and fucking make that bitch regret ever underestimating me. #im not going to be here forever anyway i have other shit to do but there's no point in burning bridges no matter how much i want to #but also im so so so so SO SICK of having to be twice as good as a white man to get half as far #but. currently. i have p much everything i wanted #both because im that fucking good and because i have a TON of people on my side who want me to succeed #and making accusations of racism isn't going to Help That #might quietly go “🥺🥺🥺 she said this about me 🥺🥺🥺” to a few key people tho #just to get the ball rolling in case i want to do anything in the future #i can be patient. #and if anyone else gets offended on my behalf and says something. well that's not technically my fault now is it #idk. or i could just show up her little white boy protege in the one thing she banked on him being good at

[straightupsickfics]

I love that prompt list! What about for Stony: 💜 + 🍯? Maybe Tony is having a no good, terrible day and is catching a cold on top of things just kind of melts into Steve when he gets home?

Tony 🥺🥺🥺

bad day hugs and kisses + sore throat

***

Steve was right. 

Tony should have just taken the day off instead of “working from home.” Because the problem with working from home is that people still expected things from him. A lot of things, actually, and after a day full of more meetings than Tony could keep track of, his voice is shot, and he’s just about at his wits end. Plus, he has to keep going on mute to sneeze and blow his nose, missing everything being said anyway. 

Like now, Tony’s stuck in that shivery in-between state, his breath catching, convinced he’s going to sneeze ... but not actually able to. 

“Tony, did you get that?” Pepper is saying, and Tony wants to answer, if only to say, once and for all that no he hadn’t gotten that, and could they try this again in a few days, when he was a little more coherent than he is right now?

Scrubbing a hand beneath his nose, Tony unmutes himself, opens his mouth with the intention of asking Pep to repeat whatever she said, but all that comes out is a quick, sharp inhale, followed by—

“hh’Ehhstsh! Hdt’tsh! Snf! Shit.”

There’s a chorus of murmured bless yous and wows that make Tony’s eyes roll so hard it can’t possibly be helping the dull headache that’s been forming behind his eyes for the better part of the day. 

He makes it through the rest of the meeting without incident, clearing his throat and sniffling as quietly as he can manage, but by the time it wraps up, he’s exhausted. Shutting his laptop and shoving his tablet and folders to the side, Tony stretches himself out on the leather couch. He hadn’t let himself stop and think about how tired he is, but now that he’s laying down, Tony’s positive that he could fall asleep in a matter of minutes, just like this. 

Sighing, he reaches around for his phone and texts Steve. 

Coming home soon? 

Very soon :)

At that, Tony hears Steve’s keys in the door, followed by the sound of footsteps making their way down the hallway to his office. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve says, leaning on the doorframe. He’s still in his own work clothes, a button up with the first few buttons undone now, and jeans. He looks unfairly good to Tony’s cranky, cold-addled brain, and he feels himself melt a little at the sight of him. 

“Steve, darling, light of my life. Never let me doubt you again,” Tony says.

Steve smiles. “Long day? You sound pretty bad, Tony,” he tells him. 

“Never again,” Tony huffs, voice cracking. “People were extra insufferable today, believe it or not.”

Steve laughs. “I think that might have something to do with how bad you feel.” 

Tony frowns, watching Steve take in the mess of the room, Tony’s pale, tired face, his rumpled outfit. 

“I’m a mess, I know,” he says. 

“Not a mess,” Steve says. “Are you done for the day?”

“For better or worse,” Tony nods.

“Let me get changed, then we can have some tea and talk about what to do for dinner, okay?” Steve suggests. He makes his way to Tony’s couch, leaning down and threading their fingers together. “Think you can make it that long?”

“Mmm, it’ll be touch and go, but I think I’ll be okay for five minutes,” Tony smiles. 

“Deal.”

Tony relocates to the living room while he waits for Steve to change, all but curled in on himself as another fit of sneezes rushes through him. 

“H’uhh… ehhh’usshhiew! uhhEISHhoosh! h’h! huhESCHh’oo!” Tony fumbles for the box of tissues, rubbing tentatively at his nose, gone red and raw from all the attention he’s had to give it today. 

“Bless you,” Steve says, coming to sit beside him on the couch. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and he sets down a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table as he settles in beside Tony. “I heard that from the kitchen,” he says sympathetically. “You sound like you need this.”

“Probably,” Tony agrees, taking a careful sip. The tea is hot and sweet and warms him up from the inside out. But, while it feels amazing on his sore throat, the steam loosens everything in his sinuses, and it’s not long before he’s passing the mug back to Steve, nostrils twitching. 

“Hh! H-oh- hold this? IIH’eeishh! Uh’tshhhuh! Snf!” 

“Bless you,” Steve repeats. He waits while Tony blows his nose again before wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in close and nuzzling a series of kisses against Tony’s hair. The curls are matted down and messy from a day spent running his hands through it and laying around, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice. 

“Thanks,” Tony murmurs, pressing his face into Steve’s shoulder. He feels like he might very well melt right into his husband, he’s so glad he’s home, and so relieved that the day’s over. 

“I think we have some of that pasta from the other night we can heat up for dinner? That’ll be quick,” Steve suggests. 

Tony makes a sound of agreement. His throat is still throbbing and his head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, which means he won’t be able to taste whatever they have, anyway. 

“And then bed,” Tony says. 

Tony feels the soft rumble of Steve’s laugh right through him, a warm, familiar sound. “Now I know you must be feeling bad if you’re suggesting going to bed early,” Steve says. He lays a hand against Tony’s forehead, lingering for a few seconds when Tony leans up and into the touch, before running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t get used to it,” Tony says, voice cracking again as he reaches for the mug of tea. 

“We’ll see,” Steve teases. “You’re hardly convincing with that voice of yours.”

Tony gives him a betrayed look. “You’d laugh at your sickly husband, Steven?”

“I’m hardly laughing, sweetheart,” Steve says, giving his best serious face. “Drink that while I start heating up dinner, okay?” 

Tony makes no attempts to move, instead tightening his arms around Steve’s waist. “Five minutes,” he says, making Steve laugh again. 

“Five minutes,” Steve agrees, dropping another kiss to the top of Tony’s head.

#my fic #steve//tony